Micah looked at the large room in awe. He walked inside and approached the bed, gently running his fingers along the blanket's soft fabric. "This is beautiful!" he gasped and smiled softly. What concerned him now was why this boy was not saying a single word or looking at either of them, was he afraid of him? Or was the boy afraid of someone else? Micah turned his attention to the boy and even though he wanted to ask him what was wrong, he knew he couldn't. "Thank-you for showing us to the room, I love it very much." he said to the boy and glanced at his guard, he noticed something was wrong and looked back at the boy. "You may retreat now." he said politely.